Sorry, No Animals Here
I’m not an animal lover. No dogs; no cats; not even birds.
Sorry, it is what it is. I’m not into anything that flies around and might drop
unmentionable items on my head. I’m extremely allergic to cats—we won’t get
into how bad things got when my husband was playing with a friend’s cat and I
was sitting on the other side of him. It was four days to full recovery. As for
dogs, I understand that when I was three and wanted to play with a dog, it
stood up and put its front paws on my shoulders and probably licked my face. I
was totally traumatized. I get really tense when there are dogs around but I
have improved—trust me; and you can confirm it with both my daughters who have
dogs, and my mother, who is in shock that I don’t run screaming from them.
Away From Me
Having said that, I don’t wish ill for any animals either. I
just wish them elsewhere. I admire people who are into animals, and think most
of them do a good job with their pets—including their fish. My problem is with
people who believe that if I don’t like animals, I’m a terrible person, who
must have evil in her heart. Yes, you know who I mean. I know several of those
people, and find that I prefer not to be with them. Somehow I attract people
who believe they can change my views—regardless of my opinion.
Where should I start? How about the young woman related to my husband who
thought the best idea would be to plop a dog into my lap repeatedly so that I
would learn to love him? Aside from the fact that I’m old enough to be her
mother—my kids are older than her actually; she owed me some respect at least—what gives her the right to decide
this for me? How about the young man who told me I really had to learn to love
dogs because not loving them was just wrong. Never mind the fact that he
doesn’t own any animals himself, although he does babysit dogs owned by some of
his family members when necessary. I respect the fact that he feels he’s not
home enough to adequately own another being, but he needs to learn to respect
my views. I get that a lot.
My children both own dogs—from the same litter. No, they
didn’t get shelter dogs but that was after a lot of research and soul-searching
on their part. They know I’m not into animals, so when they come to my home,
the dogs have been taught to stay away from “mom.” In fact, one day the water
bowl was empty—yes, I even provide food and water for the dogs; I just don’t go
near them—and when I went to refill it, one of the dogs sat down 6 feet away
from me and waited until I was done and walked away before coming for a drink.
My mother was hysterically laughing watching it. I call the dogs well trained
and appreciate that their owners have done that for me.
I'm the People Person
So, why should I be told that I have to love animals? Some people
I know who adore their pets won’t cross the street to help someone who needs
help. Do only animals deserve help and love? Are all people no good, or just
those who don’t like dogs/cats/insert
name of whatever you have? If someone is drowning do you save their pets
first and hope they can hold on until you can get back to them?
Sorry, but I’ll go for the person before the animal. You can
hate me for it but remember…I’ll support your right to make your choices. Please
don’t get crazy over mine.